I recalled my wild days. It was no suprise then that I got tongue lashing or even taste the cane from my parents each time I crossed my curfew time even though they repeatedly emphasize the time I should be back. It's nothing unusual to not see me at home during the weekends, I probably somewhere pak-toying (dating) or having fun. Staying home was like imprisonment for me. The phone line, mostly my calls will always be busy, thanks to me.....I was really a pain in the a** I admit that. I recalled that very day when my mother even wanted to chase me out of the house....but I refused to budge...hahahaha..Probably during those rebellious days, it was challenging to go against the parents and partially out of curiousity. I refused to listen to anyone and followed my heart.

But those jolly days were over, just sweet memories, . I am in fact grateful to my parents for what I've become now. Being restricted and all really paid off or else I probably have gone astray, hanyut. They had tried every traid in the book to keep me from making mistakes that I may regret. They cut my hair like tomboy, banned me from the phone, fetch me home from school and many more but of course that doesn't stop me. I'm one daring little devil.

Being married and all have changed me to be a much better person, the one thing that my parents are pleased to hear. It has taught me to be more independent and patient. I learnt to be more conscious with everything, from Money to decisions that I have to make in life. Then the passing of my late dad got me in deep thoughts. How short our lives are.

I am very grateful to have my parents,sibling and my husband in my life to guide me to where I am now.


Adios 12:59 PM